Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

"A strong ox gives me the strength to uproot mountains."

On the first day of the twelfth month, a punch landed.

Su Nuo raised all four hands to block.

"Bang!"

The earth shattered.

The fight between the two devolved into the most primal hand-to-hand combat phase.

By this time, December 1st had completely lost his mind. He was utterly reckless.

The healing light of the [Horse] talisman shimmered on his body, almost forming a continuous expanse.

"You're crazy!"

For the first time, Su Nuo felt a sense of unease. This human before him was impossible to kill, possessed absurdly great strength, astonishing speed, and an endless stream of tricks up his sleeve.

"Oh? Can't hold on any longer?"

On the first day of the twelfth month, he bumped his head into Su Nuo's forehead.

"Thump!"

Su Nuo was stunned by the impact.

"Now!"

On the first day of the twelfth month, Su Nuo clung tightly to Su Nuo's waist, taking the two of them into the air together.

"The majestic tiger helps me distinguish between good and evil."

December 1st embraced Su Nuo from behind, his hands plunging directly into Su Nuo's chest, but he wasn't grasping the heart, but something far more ethereal.

In that pitch-black realm of life, he saw the supreme King of Curses, and Fukuro Megumi, pinned beneath the throne, on the verge of death.

"Wake up!"

The soul of the new moon roared.

The black and white light transformed into chains, tightly binding Su Nuo's soul.

"Don't even think about it!" Su Nuo roared in fury. He fought back frantically within his body, his cursed power transforming into sharp blades, relentlessly slicing through the soul arm that the new moon had probed into him.

pain.

Excruciating pain that penetrates to the bone marrow.

On the first day of December, I felt as if my soul was being torn to pieces.

But he did not let go.

"Fukuhiro! Wake up! We're going home!"

In that endless darkness, Fushiguro Megumi's finger twitched.

"……December?"

The weak response became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

They cooperated from within and without.

"Ahhhhh!"

With a roar on the first day of December, he suddenly pulled backward.

"Sizzle—"

In the real world, Su Nuo let out a piercing scream.

A dark red mass, filled with an evil aura, was forcibly pulled out of Fushiguro Megumi's body by December 1st.

It was not a simple soul, but an entity mixed with the properties of a cursed object—a combination of nineteen fingers and that withered mummy head.

"Bang."

Fushiguro Megumi's body lost its support, and a ball of white-gold light softly supported him as he fell toward the ground.

The dark red substance that December held in his hand began to collapse and solidify rapidly the moment it left his body.

"It's over, Lord of Curses."

"How delightful! Sukuna, I'll probably never forget you for the rest of my life."

"You... damn... brat..."

Su Nuo's voice was filled with resentment and bitterness, but without a vessel, he was ultimately just a cursed being.

After a burst of black smoke, December Shuo found a bunch of waxy fingers radiating high temperature and a shriveled head in his hands.

Su Nuo underestimated his opponent. He didn't even have time to unleash his domain or use those exaggerated binding techniques before he was caught off guard by the soul-stripping technique of the new moon.

As December 1st's figure began to blur, every cell in his body wailed. The world's rejection of him reached its peak at this moment, and the thunder in the sky was deafening.

"Shuo!"

In the ruins below, Yuta Otsuko and Yuujin Itadori caught the falling Megumi Fushiguro.

"Megumi is alright! She's still breathing!" Itadori shouted excitedly.

He breathed a sigh of relief on the first day of December.

But he knew the matter wasn't over yet.

This thing in my hand is an absolute hot potato. If I don't handle it properly, those rotten oranges at the top, or Lu Suo lurking in the shadows, or even the reckless Rimei, will all try to snatch it away.

"It cannot be left to anyone."

On the first day of the twelfth month, he looked at the remnants of the Su Nuo ritual in his hand.

"The serpent of shadows makes you omnipresent."

He activated the Serpent Spell.

This is not just about invisibility, but about erasing it from the very concept of "existence".

To everyone's perception, even among sorcerers worldwide, the object in December's hand vanished into thin air. It ceased to emanate magical power, no longer occupied space, and even the fact that "it was there" was blurred.

Only December himself knew that he had hidden this pile of things in the crevice opened by the snake charm. No one in the world could find it except him.

After doing all this, December Shuo immediately began to desperately suppress the talisman, and his whole body fell straight down like a kite with a broken string.

"Shuo!"

Gojo Satoru appeared instantly and caught him.

"Well done, that was really too much." Gojo Satoru looked at December Saku, who was covered in blood, in his arms, and a hint of excitement flashed in his six-six eyes.

"Gojo-sensei..." December 1st barely opened her eyes, her voice weak, "Makoro...those shadows..."

"A shadow?" Gojo Satoru frowned. "I'll investigate. You rest first."

"And...the sky..."

On the first day of the twelfth month, his hand trembled as he pointed to the sky.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

Upon seeing this, everyone's blood froze.

The black vortex that had been rotating in those eight directions suddenly stopped rotating.

"Boom, boom."

That wasn't thunder, but the sound of space shattering.

At the center of those seven vortexes, black lightning cascaded down like a waterfall.

An aura, even purer and more malevolent than Su Nuo's, descended from the seven voids.

"What is that...?" Kusakabe's sword trembled.

From the first vortex, a gigantic green mountain of flesh slowly emerged. It had no fixed shape, only a gaping maw large enough to swallow the heavens and earth, and thick arms.

From the second vortex, a black hurricane howled forth. In the wind, a monster with a toad-like face was croaking a strange laugh.

In the third vortex, thunder roared. A demon covered in blue armor, with a hideous face, strode in, riding the lightning.

In the fourth whirlpool, a torrent of water surged forth. A female demon with a mermaid-like body and a bewitching yet ferocious face rode the towering waves, seemingly poised to engulf the entire world.

In the fifth vortex, a gray shadow streaked past. It had bat-like wings and moved so fast that even Gojo Satoru's six eyes could only catch a fleeting afterimage. It hovered in the sky, emitting a piercing shriek.

In the sixth vortex, the earth rumbled. A bull-headed demon with two horns on its head and a body as hard as rock emerged. Each step it took caused a small earthquake. The red light in its eyes was filled with a desire to control the earth.

The seventh vortex was the most eerie. There was no sound; only a pale and elegant demon, dressed in an ancient robe and possessing four arms, floated silently. The space around it was distorted, and even gravity was reversed at its will.

Seven figures, seven demon gods, seven super cursed spirits that have surpassed the special grade.

This is precisely because the new moon of December exudes an unparalleled power, a forced correction made by the world's cause and effect.

They hovered above Tokyo, looking down at the humans and sorcerers below, who looked like ants. Behind them, countless low-level cursed spirits fell from the vortex.

"This is... a huge problem."

Gojo Satoru handed the new moon to Ieiri Shoko, who had rushed over, and then slowly rose into the air, blocking the way for everyone.

Even the usually confident strongest felt a layer of cold sweat trickle down his forehead as he looked at the seven monsters radiating an aura of world destruction.

"Is this what you mean by... the cause and effect of the world?"

On the first day of the twelfth month, lying on a stretcher, he looked at the seven familiar figures in the sky and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"The eight great demons... except for Shendu, they've all come."

"No, the Holy Lord arrived long ago."